Made for me by the lovely Crystalwhisker Crystalwhisker.
Original here:
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She had been late, as the seamstress of the dancers guild had physical problems lifting the golden chainmail parts of her dancing outfit out of the rack.
Refusing furiously to be helped, in the end assembling a small crane from odd bits and pieces, it had resulted in a notable delay.
She had talked with her a lot, about ones duty, ones self-image.

Sina had little time to enjoy and bath in the admiring looks of the markets visitors and shopkeepers when she passed out of the Fenwa's sectors main gate and through the market.
Her target was the honeywine stall, which sold out very quickly usually.

No wonder, it was late [Saturday] afternoon and everybody had stacked up on the goods for the weekend and it's festival.
And that meant, for the small people especially, to bunker enough honeywine to go bonkers all weekend long.

Sina hoped to buy one of the small vials ... fennekim called them "Grand Beakers" ... to spice and sweeten her platoons morning water.
Her sisters liked that after a night of festivities, both those that participated as well as those that were on duty during the night.

And the rest she could use as a basis to make some red mfur-dye or maybe some paintstripper, when the stuff was of high proof.
Could have used.
She stood in front of the stall and let her shoudlers sag:
Her Target, the Honeywine stall, was, as she had feared, already out of this weeks merchandise and the merchant was nowhere in sight.

Sina was in thoughts, looking at the sing that read "[Sold out]" in elegantly swung amazonian cuneiform. That was why she shied up when behind her a heavy "thud!" was heard and a high fennekim voice murrred "Ah, the moon outshines even the sun.. . Especially when it is decorated with the veils of the sun herself."

The amazone turnd around, looking at the placind broad muzzle of a small draft lizard which gazed at her with his dark golden eyes, placid, peacefully, enjoying the sun on his back, resting on his belly in the sand covered street.
Sina's eyes travelled down.
There , barely a a handspan away, stood a fennekim, wearing an old scout's scale armor.
The fennekim smiled widely, gazing straight ahead, at her groin, his ears wiggling in glee:
"Wandered I through the valley of pleasures,
great be my care, greater the measures,
the measures I'd take to kiss your lips,
and in pleasure to shiver those hips."

Sina looked at him, then at the Lizard. It had a few of the light wickerbaskets on it's back in which the honeywine merchant transported the vials from his home to the marketstall.
She reached out and caressed the fennekim between his ears:
"Say, oh proud hero of glorious battles and bloody skirmishes..," here the fennekim straightened and inhaled deeply to look bigger and more impressive, his fur fluffing up as he blushed, "Do you have any Honeywine left whhich I might buy?"

And she reached to her cleavage to take the coins she had taken along for the purpose out of her tops inner pouch.

"None to be sold. You see the sign, good lady," he said, but she couldn't help but see his soft smile.
She flickered her ears:"Not for sale.. But you have one at your belt, proud son of the flowing sands..?"
Here she slid her caressing hand under his chin and lifted it with a caress up:
"And my eyes happen to be up here..."

As she lifted his snout, his tail lifted likewise and he smiled at her. His green eyes had the color of fresh leaves and Sina couldn't help but smile back.
"Oh, what marvellous eyes! As shining and powerfull as the sun at noon, yet as soft and gentle like the full moon in a clear night..."
"Say, smooth talker, " Sina whinnied/chuckled softly, "can I maybe get hold of that bottle for something different than money?"

The merchants tail wagged slowly and he looked intently into her eyes, although she noticed his eyes slipping repeatedly to her bosoms.
"You are a danceress... From the Dune Dancers?" he inquired, hesitantly eyeing her uni-colored mane and her haircut.
She smiled and ran her fingertips over the clasps that held her hair together at her shoulders:
"Aye, that I am. And you were Dune Carver. And no wondering.. There is only one Master of the brewers guild, so it's well known. And, your armor gives you away."

And the reason she knew of him was that every amazone in the Dune Dancers knew the story of the Centuria's battlemate whom three amazones had to hold and restrain to prevent him from hunting the escaping Raiders that, whilst he had been scouting on the other side of the caravan, managed to get lucky and killed the Centuria, escaping with a quarter lizard load full iron ingots and anthracite blocks, plus a stack of dried fish.
Escaped with less than they could have grabbed, because a small derwish had come over the dunes at a speed that a fennekim who still had his wits was barely able to keep for 5 seconds, but he kept it for almost 30 seconds, ripping the ears from the raider who was sinking his jaws into the throat of the Centuria who's helmet his mighty blow had ripped off a moment before.
Next he was digging his knife through the thick skull of the raider only to jump the next raider, who was using the broken cloverleaf formation of the four amazones that stood to protect the lizards flank, ramming his small fist into the tigers eye, blinding him, giving the stumbling struggling remaining amazones a chance to regain their footing, and then proceeding to let all hell break loose.

25 seconds later 8 raiders were fleeing, one was dead beside the Centuria and two others weren't going to go anywhere, ever.
And the fennekim was desperately trying to stop the blood flowing from his battlemates, the Centuria, destroyed throat.

When her heart stopped, the three surviving amazones jumped upon him and pinned him down.
And were just barely able to hold him.

The scouts on that side of the Caravan that was attacked had fallen, found days later, into a trap cunningly devised by the raiders. The raiders had laid a false track right over the hidden den of a huge spider. How they had done it, nobody knew.

Slowly, proudly, the fennekim unhooked the vial from his belt and lifted it up with one arm to show that despite almost a decade of civilian life he could still hold the vial so steady that there were no ripples in its surface:"Aye, m'lady, that be so. And take this vial as a sign of my gratitude for the kindness your sisters always showed to me."

She knelt down and cupped his head in her hands, and then leaned forward and slowly licked over his forehead.
"I thank you for this gift. And in return, I would like to invite you and your family to come to the barracks of the Dune Dancers tonight after the Fireworks.
We won't have much honeywine, I fear, but our cook is splendid."
His ears went up, and also his tail, and a wide smile danced over his muzzle, setting his whiskers to shiver.
Sina reached to her metal scale panties, and unhooked one of the scales, handing it to the fennekim who took it with both hands after she had taken the vial from his.
He sniffed deeply on the scale and turned it around , seeing the stenciled logo of the Dune Dancers.
She stood up and then bowed with a wide smile:
"The Centuria of the Dune Dancers thinks she owes you something for the services you rendered in times both past and present."

His eyes remained on her tailtip as she walked away, only to travel to her hip when she realized the many eyes of merchants and visitors upon her, and switched from her soldiers gait to the soft and sensual sway she learned and trained as a danceress.

Tonight, she would dance for the Hero who saved three, and who burnt out his... speed... to do so. She'd sing and tell the story of the brave warrior who alone faced 3 raiders and killed them. So that he would be reminded of his glorious deed, and his wives, and also his children would be reminded of their chivalrious fathers deed.

What had the seamstress said?
"I do what I can do, so that I feel meaningful.
And I can get this rutting stupid piece of scalemail out of this rack. ALONE!
Alas poor is he who did beyond the possible, and yet feels like somebody who failed."